I Stumbled Into A Daily Blowjob Ch 13

Before we begin chapter 13, I want all of you to know how just how overwhelming it is to receive so much positive feedback. Both in the comments and your direct messages that I never expected would drive me to continue when I took the leap into writing my first story.

I love getting lost in a novel with good characters and multiple plots, so being the first attempt at writing anything, much less erotica, know that writing is not a comfort zone for me. I realize the first several chapters were shaky in sentence structure and grammar, and hopefully my writing is improving with each chapter.

Honestly, when I started this, I planned a quick in and out, {pun intended) with just a few chapters, ending at 5 to get my feet wet. I really didn't think this would continue anywhere near this many chapters. Finding enough time to get a single chapter a month completed to my liking isn't easy, yet I feel compelled to continue with the growing number of followers and comments asking for more.

With that said, Andy and Jill's big date is just around the corner as the characters in this budding relationship seem to be finding their place. Enjoy!

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Jill turns off the alarm, it's 6 am, rubbing her eyes, being the mom that she is to make sure Ashley is up for her run. She slips into her fuzzy house shoes, satin lavender robe hemmed with lace and matching drawstring shorts, making her way into the shared bathroom.

She finds Ashley already dressed in a pair of loose, mid-thigh length running shorts, sports bra with a white sleeveless tank top over, and shorty socks in front of the mirror, pulling her hair up into a high ponytail to keep it up and off her neck.

"Mom, you didn't need to get up this early for me!" Pulling her hair tight in the scrunchy.

"I knew you wanted to run and didn't want you to oversleep." sitting on the toilet, watching, "It's still dark out, you sure you'll be, ok?"

"Yes mom," a bit of frustration that she still sees her as a little girl at times, "I'll be fine, I'm wearing white and there's only like eight or nine houses between here and the highway."

"You plan to run all the way to the highway and back?" a touch of concern in her voice.

"Well, if I'm going to get a mile in, yes, I think it's about a half mile each way," walking back into her bedroom.

Jill, wanting to feel ok with her running alone before dawn, re-assures herself, knowing there is little traffic back this road, and they don't live in a dense subdivision anymore to cause concern. Left alone in the bathroom, she splashes her face and brushes her hair before heading into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. The coffee maker displays 6:12am.

Ashley walks into the living area to sit in a chair to tie her running shoes as Jill watches.

"You want to take a bottle of water with you?" As Ashley makes her way into the kitchen, a towel hangs around her neck, ready to take off.

"I'm good," walking up to her mom, planting a kiss on her cheek, then standing back to look her in the eyes.

"What was that for?" Tilting her head with a smile, feeling a mother's pride. Her daughter has grown up to be a hardworking, well rounded, loving young woman. In just a couple of months she will graduate, then off into the world.

"I've been thinking about it all morning," an innocence washes over Ashley's expression. "You are like, I don't know...like the best mom a girl could ever wish for."

"Honey...That is the sweetest thing to say!" A startled look, "What brought that on?"

"Really, you don't know?" With a puzzled look, "I mean, I know you're crazy about Andy, and yet you were so calm about last night. I wish there was some way, more than just words, that I could tell you how much I love you."

Jill's heart is melting, "Oh honey, I love you too."

"Mom, I am so in love with Lana, but to finally experience new things is..." A brief pause as Jill takes in her innocent teen face. "It wouldn't be happening without you. You are just such an awesome mom," her eyes twinkle, her sincerity is obvious.

Jill's eyes are getting misty, recalling that terrible time when Ashley seemed to be her only friend, always there when she needed her, reaching to brush her cheek, returning her gaze, "Oh honey, you better get going so you can shower and not be late for school."

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I've had a restless night, and the sound of the front door has me roused. Laying there in bed, the usual thoughts of work come to mind first as most mornings', its Friday, subs are looking to get paid, do the tractor deal with Bobby, see how muddy that hole is, as the memory of last night takes over'.

'Ashley laying back into my chest, getting damn good with her hands, that tight little pussy squeezing my finger, and Jill finding it erotic to just watch and masturbate. It's getting harder and harder to wait until tomorrow night to tell her how I feel that I want her to stay, to share my bed and be my partner in life.

After a quick trip to the bathroom to get myself together, I find the coffee is made, a cup waits for me, and no one is around. I pour myself a cup and walk over to the atrium door to see what this Friday morning brings.

I walk outside to find Jill sitting with crossed legs pulled up on the sofa, holding her cup in her lap with both hands, seemingly deep in thought. She's wearing her fuzzy over the knee socks, the lavender robe is tied at the waist, yet freely hanging open exposing a full side view of her breast as she turns to greet me.

"The rain is gone, but a little nippy," with a warm morning smile. She is beautiful as ever.

"Ashley out running?" As I make way to sit beside her.

"Yes," with a deep breath and a long exhale.

"What's up?" I'm concerned now, wondering if she's having second thoughts about Ashley and me being alone last night.

"That daughter of mine," taking a sip of coffee before looking over at me, her eyes a little misty, "Andy, she is so happy, and she told me as much this morning."

"Then why the sad face?"

"I'm not sad, I feel blessed, and I can't remember being as happy as I am right now." Surveying the yard, composing herself, "For her, for me, everything here seems so perfect."

"Don't forget about me, I'm pretty damn happy too," placing my arm around her shoulder. Jills gives a crooked little smile, but I know something is on her mind. "Come on, talk to me."

She looks back out across the yard, letting that linger while taking another sip of coffee, then turns to look at me. Her eyes are soft, unsure.

"Andy, I don't want to stir up any bad memories, but we have been here almost two weeks, and I know hardly anything about you." Still looking out in the yard.

"What?" I'm a bit confused with that statement.

"I mean, I know you as a good person, but I wonder how you managed to be so successful with your building business, or your previous marriage, what caused your breakup." Looking at me with a touch of caution, "I know it's none of my business, but I can't imagine why any woman would want to lose you and it weighs on my mind at times."

"I see, um, I suppose that never occurred to me," my arm across the sofa back, brushing her shoulder. "Ask away, just one question at a time," a light chuckle.

Jill's eyes are furrowed, being cautious with her words. "You know what I went through, how and why my marriage ended. All I know is you've been single for over ten years, and there has to be a reason for that. I don't expect a lot of detail, but what happened?"

I take a really deep breath and exhale, "Ok, well, the short answer is, I caught her cheating on me."

"Oh no!" A look of pity, "I'm so sorry, now I'm prying, I had no idea."

"No, no, just let me adjust, I haven't thought about that for some time."

"I'm not going to push," Laying her hand on my thigh, her head against my shoulder. "How did you get started in the home building business?"

I'm fiddling with her hair, "My dad was a framing contractor, and I started working for him during the summers back when I was maybe fifteen years old, so I sort of grew up learning about the trades involved."

"Yeah? That definitely gave you a leg up."

"Everything sort of ties together. After my divorce, you know, getting through that first year when emotions are raw and feeling sorry for myself, dad encouraged me to buy this house to flip and get myself refocused. I lived there for about nine months remodeling it before selling it to buy a bigger house to renovate and flip. Did that three times and earned enough money to build my first house with cash to sell and it's just grown from there."

"You've certainly done well, I mean, just look at this house and grounds." A soft sigh escapes, "I admire your focus and determination."

"You know Jill, it wasn't always that way with me," As memories begin to flood in. "I guess you could say my twenties were the polar opposite of yours." Taking a sip of coffee.

Jill looks up at me, "What do you mean?"

"You had Ashley at what, 17, 18?" Stroking her hair as she settles back against my shoulder, "then spent your twenties raising her, being a mom, running a household and all that, right?"

"Yeah, I didn't get out much." Sipping her coffee.

"Well, I spent my late teens and twenties playing in several bands around town." Continuing to stroke Jill's hair. "You know, sex, drugs and rock and roll." Laughing a little at the thoughts of those good times.

She raises up to look at me again. "See, I didn't know that, tell me about it!" Excitement in her voice to learn something new.

"Yeah? Well, I was the drummer in several local bands. Started playing in bars at nineteen, not even old enough to legally drink, but of course, I did. I really wanted to be a professional musician so badly, you know, find my way to stardom and all that." Being a bit self-deprecating, chuckling at myself as Jill snuggles back against my arm and takes another sip.

"The bands I played in were mostly the weekend warrior type. We all had a nine to five. I worked framing houses through the week, but I wanted more than playing in the same dives, the same tired songs every weekend." Jill is quiet, listening intently.

"I guess I was around twenty-five when I got a big break. Our booking agent, Kent, knew I was serious about playing and wasn't happy with the band I was in at the time. He convinced me I should audition for a new group forming around this really talented singer, Casey Thomas.

Anyway, I got the gig, and the band was composed of some of the best players around town and they were all like 10 to 15 years older than me, but I brought the energy, you know? We rehearsed for a month or so, recorded a couple of original tunes and Kent loved the sound he had assembled."

"Wow, that does sound exciting! What was the name?"

"We were called 'Time Stands Still', covering early progressive rock from the 70's and 80's that those older guys grew up with as idols. That was some complicated stuff to play and learned to appreciate it, and you'll find quite a bit in my album collection downstairs.

Turning quickly to look at me, excitement in her eyes. "That was you? Marty was a big fan. I remember when he took me to see you guys for my twenty-first birthday. It was my first time in a nightclub and the singer was really good and super-hot looking and the best I remember the drummer was shirtless, with all this long hair flying around, playing like a madman, and that was you?"

I'm a bit flabbergasted that she would remember something like that. "No shirt?" chuckling a bit, "That was me, the lighting was hot, and well...the girls seemed to like it too." Another chuckle, "But anyway, Kent really promoted us, booking good paying showcase gigs right out of the gate."

"Wow, what a small world," placing her hand inside my elbow, clutching me tight.

"Well, I told you all that, so I could tell you about Sheri, my first wife. I don't mind telling you, she was a real hottie and had been sort of chasing me, always around and waiting for me during breaks and load outs for several months. I was twenty-six at the time and she was close to twenty-eight. Long story short, we eventually moved in together and married two months later."

"I envy you having such a wild time in your twenties." Hanging on my every word, her arm in mine, fingers running along the inside of my forearm as I take a deep breath, knowing the memories are about to go from good times to bad.

"We were booked in the best clubs within a two hour drive every weekend. A single night paid more than a month of dive bar weekends, and after about a year, Kent was sending out demos, working on an east coast tour to promote our first EP. He made twenty percent of everything and knew he had a hot band on the rise, really pushing us.

"My gosh, that sounds so exciting!" Sitting up, just gazing at me, taking this all in.

"Oh, it was! Sheri planned to travel with me and neither of us wanted kids to interfere with this party that seemed like it would last forever. We were doing a lot of coke by then and I had myself fixed, never giving it a second thought."

"Fixed? You mean you were using needles?" A puzzled look.

"No, no, I mean I had my nuts cut, you know, no kids." Letting out a long sigh.

"Oh?" Surprise and embarrassment flush over Jill's face.

"Yeah, that was really shortsighted in hindsight. The thing is, a couple months later we were tearing down to load out after a gig, and I couldn't find Sheri. I went out to the van for something and found her squatting down blowing Casey, our lead singer and my world exploded." Taking a deep breath, it was uncomfortable to recall.

"Oh Andy!" Jill turned and looked in my eyes, "I'm so sorry, I can see the hurt."

"Yeah, it was a long drive back home, full of reasons and excuses at two in the morning." Taking a sip of coffee, just thinking about it was like an emotional hand grenade had just blown up in my gut.

The atrium door opens, and I look over to see Ashley, her face flushed, arms and neck glistening with sweat.

She bends forward, holding her knees to get her second wind. "It's after seven, I'll grab a quick shower and be ready in about twenty minutes."

"Ok sweetheart, that gives me time for another cup, just let me know and we'll take off."

Jill grabs my cup and follows Ashley in the house, which in turn gives me a break from Jill's inquiries, a chance to gather myself...I need it.

Jill comes back out with a fresh cup. "Be right back, I'm going to change so I can get in my workout while you two are gone," giving me a wink and hurried back inside.

So here I sit, the past once put behind me, now right back in full view. Jill obviously has been wondering, not that I can blame her, so getting it out there was probably a good thing. I chuckle to myself thinking about hanging on to my Miata from back when I was dating but no one stirred the want, the lust, the need for companionship in me like Sheri did.

But the way I'm feeling about Jill is so much more than that youthful infatuation. Thinking clearly in hindsight, Sheri was more a trophy wife, to show off, get high with and fuck.

Jill is the complete package, her sex drive is insatiable, and she doesn't mind showing it, but her domestic nature is so appealing to me at this point in my life. Such a demure, more conservative public persona. I love everything about her, with each of us having been through a war with an ex and came out wiser on the other side, knowing what we want out of life.

About ten minutes pass and Jill returns wearing her light blue leggings that come down to her ankles with a matching zipper front crop top that comes several inches below her breasts. She looks so fucking fine as always, that fit body of hers has the thoughts of Sheri slipping away.

Those leggings just hugging her toned legs, the rear pulled up into the cleavage of her ass, separating and holding each of those stair stepper teardrop cheeks. A narrow leg gap clearly visible, pulled tight in her crotch with that prominent mound, the outer lips of her pussy obvious, defining a crease I want so desperately to slide my cock into.

I just love her body type, the way her waist transitions so smoothly over her hips as she walks around to sit in the rocker across from me, pulling a leg up to sit on her tennis shoe. The low scoop cut has her firm handfuls pushed up and together, being held firm in the stretchy fabric.

"I'm not sure what I should sit out to thaw for dinner tonight, chicken or something simple, maybe grill some burgers?" Probing me for what I would prefer and feeling a little guilty having me drag all my worst memories out in the open, intentionally starting a new subject.

"You made a crock pot full of stew yesterday, why not that?" Giving her a confused look.

"You don't want the same thing two nights in a row!" A pouty face.

"Jill, it's Friday...you don't have to cook for me every night, that stew was awesome!" Reassuring her, "We're going out for dinner tomorrow, so let's not let it go to waste."

Ashley comes out to join us, wearing black leggings to her ankles, and what looks like slip on white tennis shoes with inch and a half tall platform sole. A long sleeved, V neck, knit top with horizontal white and black stripes about an inch wide.

Something about the horizontal stripes seem to accentuate the curves of her perfect body. It's not quite long enough to be a shirt dress, the bottom hem tightens around the underside of her ass cheeks. Her bra holds her firm, with a great cleavage view down that V neck, hair still pulled up in a ponytail, backpack slung over a shoulder.

"Ready? we need to go," hanging on to the door latch.

"Andy, if you're good with stew again, I'm not going to worry about it." A half smile.

"Sweetheart, they let you dress like that at school?" Looking this slender teen up and down with curves that could stop a clock!

"What?" a puzzled expression.

"Leggings, I mean the way they fit your rear is pretty hot!"

"Well yeah, as long as it's covered with my top." Looking around at her rear to make sure it's pulled down.

"Ok then!" Getting up, leaning over to kiss Jill on the cheek, whispering in her ear, "You are the best, the stew is outstanding, so take the evening off."

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No sooner than we get pulled out of the drive, my subs are starting to check in, texting their progress to calculate draws once I get back to the house.

"Wow, busy morning!" Ashley notices as she pulls up to the highway.

"Well, it's Friday and the guys want to get paid," still staring at my messages.

"It must be a lot to keep up with, I mean, what you do, so many houses at one time." Pulling out, accelerating into the traffic flow and I'm so confident in her driving I don't bother much watching anymore.

"Sometimes...Today is a hustle day to get checks written and distributed," closing my messages till I get home so Ashley and I can talk.

"Getting excited about tomorrow night?" With that cute little teen grin.

"I probably will be once the workday ends" Swallowing hard, "Truthfully, I guess I am a bit nervous sweetheart. I haven't been out on a date in a long, long time."

"With those pearls?" Giggling, "Mom will be putty in your hands."

"Ha! I was referring more towards the dance floor, and not looking like a fool."

"Don't sweat it, just make sure you get her out there for the slow ones!" Grinning ear to ear, watching the road.

"Now that, I can probably do." Chuckling along with her.

"While we're on the subject, I wanted to ask. Would it be ok if Lana spent the night while you and mom are out?" Looking over at me, "I really don't want to be in the house alone if you two are going to be late."

"Sweetheart, you don't need to ask anymore, Lana is welcome at the house and can stay over anytime you want as long as it's just the two of you, no parties."